(Verse)
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Count my money ain¡¯t a damn thing changed,
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Fuck you nigga I ain¡¯t riding no train.
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I may hit this bitch by myself,
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Don¡¯t make Boldy reach for that belt.
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Cuz if he reach you might need some help,
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TDC we on zans and lean .
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The money be dirty but my hands is clean
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Spent like 30 for the watch and ring.
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Splashy shit that classy shit, drugs all in my cabinet
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Pop shrooms and molly too, pop a ace on acid trips.
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In Sax shopping with a squad of his ball man on all the niggas
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I¡¯m on south beach with my Florida niggas
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We eating swordfish with all the bitches.
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And you know the play see all of this money we running today,
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She packing her bags like she running away,
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She said she be back but she coming to stay.
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Rolling on that grape, them hoes all up in my face
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I¡¯m so gone man I¡¯m bake, I¡¯m high, we going up into space.
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(Hook)
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It¡¯s like ooooh ooooh ooooh,
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Your girl can get it too.
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ooooh ooooh ooooh
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You see me in the coupe.
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Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
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Aint that a damn shame.
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Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
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You standing in the rain.
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I keep Flexing, I keep texting
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I keep sexing, she say she got a room at the west-in.
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Its like ooooh ooooh ooooh
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Ain¡¯t that a damn shame
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Like ooooh ooooh ooooh.
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m Neiman Mark, I¡¯m big time
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She calling my phone I switch lines.
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Asking to handle my doe stack
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I keep telling that bitch that¡¯s it¡¯s just fine.
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SK that¡¯s my left leg Tris man like my right side,
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I can¡¯t sleep for too long, I do it more when I die.
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Young nigga money finna come right to him
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When I get them checks I¡¯m throw ?em right to him
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Like oh damn two hands ain¡¯t enough for me to count this shit.
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Like oh boy that¡¯s her giving back shots till her back hurt
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In a lambo truck when her pants come down
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And her hands go up and that shirt come off.
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One time for my ex girl yes girl you so quick to take it off,
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She can ride it all night girl right girl plus that ass be super soft.
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Baby Banco know so ho try to slow your roll
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I¡¯m busting down and I¡¯m x pipping, take a flat chest bitch out chest shopping.
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(Hook)
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It¡¯s like ooooh ooooh ooooh,
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Your girl can get it too.
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ooooh ooooh ooooh
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You see me in the coupe.
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Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
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Aint that a damn shame.
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Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
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You standing in the rain.
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I keep Flexing, I keep texting
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I keep sexing, she say she got a room at the west-in.
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Its like ooooh ooooh ooooh
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Ain¡¯t that a damn shame
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Like ooooh ooooh ooooh.
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Oooh Oooh Oooh
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Harry Fraud |